Their going looked like a disaster.
But they are in peace.
One day we will hear the celestial choir master.
Then we will have on life, a freehold.

I was standing in the Holy Souls Chapel.
Admiring Bentley’s design.
Quietly away from life’s terming babble.
Looking for a sign.

But I am soothed by the deep iconography.
My eye rising upwards.
Thinking of parents, grandparents’ biography.
There is no need for words.

Just prayer for their memory.
And a passing  century.

……

We are holy souls
And we are not risen yet
But soon we will be

……

See The Book of  Wisdom  3: 1-9